Alan Alexander Miln. The house at Pooh Corner -
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myself inside. Bother!"
"Help--help!"
"There you are! I say things when I'm not trying. So it
must be a very bad Accident." And then he thought that perhaps
when he did try to say things he wouldn't be able to; so, to
make sure, he said loudly:
"A Very Bad Accident to Pooh Bear."
"Pooh!" squeaked the voice.
"It's Piglet!" cried Pooh eagerly. "Where are you?"
"Underneath," said Piglet in an underneath sort of way.
"Underneath what?"
"You," squeaked Piglet. "Get up!"
"Oh!" said Pooh, and scrambled up as quickly as he
could. "Did I fall on you, Piglet?"
"You fell on me," said Piglet, feeling himself all
over.
"I didn't mean to," said Pooh sorrowfully.
"I didn't mean to be underneath," said Piglet sadly.
"But I'm all right now, Pooh, and I am so glad it was you."
"What's happened?" said Pooh. "Where are we?"
"I think we're in a sort of Pit. I was walking along,
looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn't any more, and
just when I got up to see where I was, something fell on me.
And it was you."
"So it was," said Pooh. "Yes," said Piglet. "Pooh," he
went on nervously, and came a little closer, "do you think
we're in a Trap?"
Pooh hadn't thought about it at all, but now he nodded.
For suddenly he remembered how he and Piglet had once made a
Pooh Trap for Heffalumps, and he guessed what had happened. He
and Piglet had fallen into a Heffalump Trap for Poohs! That was
what it was.
"What happens when the Heffalump comes?" asked Piglet
tremblingly, when he had heard the news.
"Perhaps he won't notice you, Piglet," said Pooh
encouragingly, "because you're a Very Small Animal."
"But he'll notice you, Pooh."